Taken. Jeff The Killer X Reader. Dark Story By RoverRose

Chapter 43: I knew it!

Note:

This chapter contains vulgar language, Be prepared!

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The door swung open, crashing against the wall with such force that a few splinters of wood flew through the room. You wanted to cower in fear, cover your head with your arms until you saw who exactly stood there. In the opening stood none other than Jeff.

Your expression turned from afraid to confused. He wasn't the person you had expected. You were sure that walking pattern belonged to someone else. Maybe he was walking with that person? No, that couldn't be, you only heard one pair of footsteps.

Jeff walked in with a tray of food. Two simple slices of bread and some water. When he saw you standing there frozen in the middle of the room, he spoke:

"What are you doing?" It sounded like always. Irritated, angry and full of resentment. Your eyes only focused on the tray of food as you tried to bring your attention back to Jeff. You were looking if the door wasn't locked. Yeah just tell the truth and wait for the hit.

"I was going to the bathroom." You knew that he could sense your unease. That he somehow knew you were lying. But he didn't seem to care about it. He walked over to the side table, placing the tray of food there before grabbing a few weapons.

"Here" He grunted as he didn't look at you, being busy with collecting weapons for whatever he was going to do. His hobby, probably.

"Aren't you going to the bathroom? Not that I mind you standing there like that." He knew you were lying, you were absolutely sure of it. He could smell your racing heartbeat, but he didn't say anything about it. Why not? What was he planning?

You then took a look at the attire you were wearing and you knew what that last part of the sentence was about. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you realized that you were still standing in the middle of the room. You tried to shake any thought off, hoping that you could shove some food in your mouth.

But you didn't count on it.

"I'd rather eat first." You replied a little shakily, walking over to the tray of food and trying to avoid being in Jeff's line of sight as much as possible. He was still keeping a close eye on you, but once you had grabbed the tray and sat back in bed his attention was somewhere else.

You were watching him stuffing more and more weapons in the pockets of his with blood stained hoody and wondered why he needed more than just his knife. He never took any other weapons with him than his knife, heck, for all you knew he was married to that thing.

"I'll be off. If you even come close to this door I will cut off every single finger and feed them to you, understood?" You had begun to get used to these kinds of threats. Every time he would come up with some other way to torture you if you would try to get away, but that didn't keep you from nodding and obeying his order. He would lock the door anyway.

"Where are you going?" You asked. Of course you knew that he'd probably would be doing his hobby, but on the other hand he never ever used other weapons for that. Jeff only glared at you intensely, not liking the question at all.

"Didn't we just make an agreement that you would stop pestering me? Do I have to show you what happens when you break an agreement?" His aura had immediately changed, the dark cloud surrounding his head and then his whole body, engulfing him with something you couldn't place.

It gave you the shivers.

You shook your head quickly, mumbling a soft 'sorry'. But Jeff wasn't satisfied with this answer at all. You hadn't seen him this dangerous ever since the first days. You knew his mood changed fast, but this was just straight out monstrous.